William Kowalksi Ebook Bundle

By William Kowalski

This ebook bundle offers three gritty urban tales by William Kowalski. In The Barrio Kings, Rosario Gomez struggles to stay out of the gang life that killed his brother while finishing his high school diploma and preparing for the birth of his first son. But when his old friend Juan gets out of jail, his past returns to haunt him. In The Way It Works, A young bi-racial man who suddenly finds himself homeless, struggles to maintain his dignity and to make his own place in the world. In Something Noble, a single mom must try to convince a selfish drug dealer to donate one of his kidneys to his half-brother.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Orca Book Publishers
• Release date: Dec 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781459804517

William Kowalski

William Kowalski is the author of Eddie's Bastard, Somewhere South of Here, and The Adventures of Flash Jackson. He was born in Cleveland, Ohio, in 1970 and raised in Erie, Pennsylvania. He lives in Nova Scotia with his wife and daughter.

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Copyright © 2012 William Kowalski

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Kowalski, William, 1970-

William Kowalski ebook bundle [electronic resource] / written by William Kowalski.

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Issued also in print format.

ISBN 9781459804487(pdf) -- ISBN 9781459804517(epub)

I. Title. II. Series: Rapid reads

PS8571.0985B37 2010       C813’.54       C2009-907248-3

First published in the United States, 2010

Library of Congress Control Number: 2009942225

Summary: A collection of three novels by William Kowalski.

Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.

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CONTENTS

THE BARRIO KINGS

THE WAY IT WORKS

SOMETHING NOBLE

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Rosario Gomez. I’m twenty-three years old. I stock shelves at the supermarket downtown. I wear a tie to work every day, even though I don’t have to. I wear a long-sleeved shirt to cover my tattoos. But I can’t hide all of them. There’s one on my right hand that says BK in small black letters. That one I can’t hide. So I try to keep my right hand in my pocket when my boss is around.

My boss is Mr. Enwright. He’s a fat, bald white guy who gets mad easy. But he’s okay. Some of the other workers here call him Mr. Enwrong. I do not do that. Not to his face, and not behind his back. I need this job too bad. Enwright told me that once I get my GED he will promote me to assistant manager. That would be the most important job anyone in my family has ever had.

I was not always this straight. I came up rough. My neighborhood was on the news almost every night, and the news was never good. It was the kind of barrio nice people don’t visit. There was nothing there for them. There was nothing there for me either. There was only survival, and I had to fight for that.

I dropped out of school to run with a gang called the Barrio Kings. I did some things I’m not proud of now. Like I said, I had to survive. I used to be the best street fighter around. I didn’t like fighting. But I had no choice. I pretended to like it though. I used to smile. That scared people even more. And when you’re scared, you lose. Most fights are won before they start. You win them in your head, before you even throw a single punch.

I was just lucky that I was good at fighting, the way some people are just good at music or art. Sometimes I wonder if I should have been a boxer. But I always used to get this sick feeling in my stomach after I hit someone. It stayed with me. I don’t miss that feeling. It’s been a long time since I was in a fight. I hope I’m never in another one.

Things are different now. I’ve had this job for three years. I’ve stayed out of trouble. I don’t go back to the old barrio anymore. I don’t even miss it. Now I work from nine to five. After work, three days a week, I take the crosstown bus to the community college. That’s where I take my night courses. I’m almost done with them. In just three weeks, I’m going to finish my high-school studies. Then I’ll be the first person in my family to have a diploma too.

After class, I take another bus home. I live with my girlfriend, Connie. She’s twenty. We’ve been together for two years. We’re going to have a baby in a month. We already know it’s a boy. We’re going to name him Emilio. We have a crib all set up for him. We have a bunch of toys and clothes too. Connie’s Aunt Carlita gave them to us. She has eight kids, so she has a lot of extra stuff.

By the time I get home after class, I’m wiped. But Connie has not been feeling too good lately, so usually I make dinner. I can’t believe how big she is. Her feet hurt all the time. So do her hips and knees. I feel bad for her, but there’s nothing I can do. And Emilio is almost here. I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad.

Mr. Enwright told me that when I get that promotion, I will have to work longer hours, but I’ll make more money. I can’t wait. I have a plan. I’m going to save up money, and I’m going back to school. College this time. I’ll take some business courses. I figure by the time Emilio is five, I can be a manager, and I will make even more money. That would put me on the same level as Mr. Enwright. I think Emilio will be proud to know his dad is a boss.

But I’m not stopping there. I want a business of my own. I don’t know what kind yet. All I know is, I can see it in my head. Just like I used to see myself winning street fights. I can see myself in a three-piece suit. I’m not sitting in an office though. Who wants to sit still all day? Not me. I like to move around, talk to people, shake hands, make deals. I see myself in an airplane. I’m speaking different languages with people in other countries. Maybe I’ll be selling things. Maybe I’ll be setting up deals. Whatever it is, I’ll be good at it. And I will make a lot of money.

But right now I need to come back down to earth. Mr. Enwright doesn’t like it when people slack off. Not that I ever do. I just don’t want to give him a reason to get mad at me. Not when everything is going so well.

Today is Thursday. That means I have class tonight. I hate riding that bus, but I can’t afford a car right now. Cars are really expensive. You have your monthly payments, your insurance, your gas and repair costs. All that stuff adds up quick. And every penny I spend on a car means one penny less in the bank.

It doesn’t matter about the bus. I don’t mind. I do dream about a car though. I know just what kind I want. Not a lowrider, like I’m some kind of punk. I want a serious car. I want a black Lexus SUV with a leather interior and tinted windows. I want people to look at that car and wonder who owns it. I want them to admire it. And it will have a nice stereo too. The kind you can hear a mile away.

CHAPTER TWO

It’s Friday. I woke up early again. Connie was sore and needed me to rub her back. Man, I’m tired. But I don’t complain. And I never slow down. Mr. Enwright never has to yell at me to move faster. Just today, he patted me on the shoulder and told me to keep up the good work. That promotion is waiting for me. All I have to do is earn it.

Five o’clock. My shift’s over. I tell Enwright I’m leaving and head out the door. It’s a warm day. I like the sun on my face. I wish I had more time to spend outside. Maybe when Emilio is old enough, I can take him fishing. Or camping. I’ve never been camping, but I bet it’s not that hard. Man, I cannot wait for that little dude to get here.

Suddenly I hear a whistle.

I stop. I know that whistle.

I look around, but I don’t see where it’s coming from. Maybe my ears are playing tricks on me.

Then I hear it again. This time I see where it’s coming from. I can’t believe it. Parked on the side of the street is a red El Camino. It’s all tricked out, chrome everywhere. It has a stereo you can feel in your chest. And sitting at the wheel is a face I haven’t seen in a long time. So long that I forgot all about him.

Loco! the face yells.

It’s Juan. Who else would be calling me Loco? No one’s called me that in a long time.

I walk over to the car.

Juan? Is that really you?

Juan turns down the radio.

No, it’s Elvis, he says.

Man, it’s been a long time.

I know. Get in, bro.

I gotta get home, I say. Connie is waiting for me.

Who’s Connie?

My girlfriend, I say. My baby mama.

You a daddy?

Pretty soon.

Come on, homes, says Juan. I’ll give you a ride.

That sounds pretty good. At least I won’t have to ride the bus. So I ignore the funny feeling I’m getting in my stomach and get in.

Look at you, man, I say. Juan is my age, but he looks a lot older. He lost some weight. A few new tattoos, not very good ones. His eyes are different too. Colder and harder. I guess prison will do that to a guy.

Juan holds out his hand. He wants me to do the old handshake. At first I can’t even remember it. He laughs at me.

Look at you, he says. You look like Mr. Clean. What happened to you? Where your colors at?

I don’t wear the colors anymore, I say.

Juan looks like I just slapped him in the face. But he doesn’t say anything. Still got your wheels, I see, I say.

My baby was in storage, he says. He runs his hand over the steering wheel. I only got out yesterday.

Who else you seen?

Juan shrugs.

No one special, he says. I missed you, man. I didn’t get no letters though.

Ah, you know me and writing, I say. It takes me forever.

No phone calls? No visits?

I’m sorry, bro. I’m a busy guy. I got a good job. I’m gonna get a promotion. And I’m going back to school.

Now I know you trippin’, Juan says. School? What for?

How do I explain my dreams to someone like Juan? He won’t get it. He’s been in the pen since he was eighteen. He probably doesn’t even know how to write an email or use a cell phone. I could tell him about my business idea, but he’ll just think I’m crazy. Suddenly the bad feeling in my stomach gets stronger. I wish I could just get out of the car and walk away. But something won’t let me.

You gonna drive, or are we just gonna sit here? I say.

Juan starts up the car, and we pull out into traffic. He doesn’t even look to see if anyone is coming. So he’s still crazy. Great.

I live up by the Hills now, I say. But when we come to the stoplight, he turns the wrong way.

Where you going? I ask.

I just wanna take a drive, he says. I ain’t been behind the wheel for five years. I missed the road.

I feel that, I say. I just hope he’s not going to make me late. I have to make dinner again.

So what’s up with you? Juan asks me.

I just told you. Job, woman, baby, all that. That’s what’s up.

I don’t mean that.

Then what?

How come you don’t wear the colors anymore?

Man, don’t you get it? I say.

No. Spell it out for me.

I left the gang.

Juan looks at me like I just said I want to date his mother.

What? You can’t just leave the gang, he says.

Well, I did.

What for?

Man, how can you even ask me that? After everything that happened?

Yeah, but the Kings are forever, he says.

I’m sorry you don’t like it. But you were gone a long time. Things are different now.

Juan doesn’t talk for a while. He just drives. Finally he says, Can I ask you a favor?

What?

I need a place to stay.

I should have known that was coming. Connie won’t like it. With her being so close to popping, she gets mad real easy at little things. She’s not always like that. It’s just hard being pregnant. I will never know what that’s like, but I feel for her.

I feel for Juan too. He was my best friend once. He’s got no one else. I can’t tell him no.

You can stay, but just for one night, I say. Now get me home. I’m late.

CHAPTER THREE

Thanks to Juan, I get home half an hour late. That’s not too bad. But like I said, Connie is really touchy these days.

We get out of the car. Connie’s standing on the stoop, waiting. That is not a good sign. She only waits for me on the stoop when something is wrong.

Connie is the most beautiful woman in the world. She has long black hair and soft light skin. Her belly is as round as a basketball. On good days, her eyes are gentle. But today, they’re full of fire.

Where have you been? Connie asks.

Sorry, baby, I say. I ran into an old friend. This is Juan.

I was worried about you, she says. Couldn’t you have called?

Sorry, I say again. I didn’t mean it. Juan gave me a ride home.

"Wassup, chica? Juan says. Got a bun in the oven, I see."

My name isn’t chica, Connie says. Rosie, who is this guy?

This is Juan. We grew up together, I say. He’s from the old barrio.

Oh, great, says Connie. And without another word, she goes in the front door.

I turn to Juan.

I know you been in prison a while, I say, but you better watch your mouth.

Whoa, easy, says Juan. "I was just trying